Normally, not on your life. Ever since moving out of the apartment and into the house, my wife has been itching to get a kitten to keep our adopted stray Reuben company. Well, and because kittens are just cute and amazing. If I stayed home I would have been willing to bet there was an 80% chance that she came home with a kitten. It was worth taking the hit for the team(and putting up with a girl scout troop) to change those odds.
Just because you know something is a trap, doesn't always mean you can avoid that trap.
See...I changed the odds alright...straight up to 100%.
My main concern, and the reason we went with a young female kitten, was we wanted to make sure we brought something home that Reuben would get along with. So far, things are going good. There has been some butt-sniffing, and a little back and forth rubbing even. Certainly nothing like the hissing and batting that happened when we tried introducing a kitten to our old cat, Missy. She wanted nothing to do with another cat being in HER house.
The number 1 problem I see right now is going to be keeping 27-pound Reuben out of the kittens(we call her Dahlia) food.